The Serial Killer Named Time

5. 1889

Misha stormed out of the elevator with a bottle of chloroform in his hand, I didn't have a good feeling about what we were going to do. He and I rushed towards the little office where the security guard sat, I crept closer towards his face and a pool of drool rested on his shirt as he slouched forward in his seat. Misha whispered, "I'll stand behind him, you wake him up and say whatever comes to your mind." Tonight he was quite bossy but I went along with what Misha was directing me to do.

I raised my voice, "Ahem."

The security guard opened his eyes, he flashed me a shocked expression on his face and said, "What are you doing here ma'am?" I saw his hand creep towards the gun on his belt but maybe that was just an illusion I tricked my own rattled mind to see. The security guard had powdered sugar from his donuts in his mustache.

"What's that behind you!" I shouted and Misha sprung into action, before the security guard could even look Misha wrapped a cloth soaked in chloroform on the mans face covering his nasal passages and his mouth and the man slouched over once again. Misha felt around the mans pants and I asked, "What are you doing?"

Misha smirked, "Looking for hand cuffs, I am going to hand cuff him and hide him in the back closet. Tomorrow morning whoever finds him will have a nice surprise." Misha grabbed a pair of latex gloves out of his back pocket and put them on, "I have also snagged these from the chemistry lab." Misha mustered up all of his might and dragged the donut loving cop over to the closet and placed him inside. He grabbed a twist tie out of his pocket and wrapped it around the door knob to make sure he couldn't get out. "I have also borrowed a couple of twist ties, its not stealing because I am not taking them with me."

"Let's get cracking." He said as he sat in one of the chairs facing the multiple televisions on the walls, I lifted off a package of donuts on the other seat and sat in it and asked, "What have you found out about the security camera in the elevator? Was there anything a little too special about it?"

Misha passed me two latex gloves and reached for a grey laptop and turned it on, "The security camera wasn't the same brand as all of the other cameras in the University and there was another peculiar thing I have noticed about it." Misha continued to leave me in a moment of suspense as he logged onto the computer and brought up google searches.

"The security officer forgot to log out on his laptop, he left everything up and even his last internet search which was quite hilarious, do you want to see?" Misha trailed off as I waited for an answer.

I asked, "You said there was something peculiar about the security camera, I would like to know what you have found."

Misha sighed, "Sorry I trailed off, there's a coffee machine in the corner by the window and I think I'll turn it on." He looked at me and smiled as he saw that he was pestering me and I was getting annoyed, "You're so eager." He made that remark and announced, "I found a microphone equipped onto the security camera and if I search the camera screens here I will find out if this camera belongs to this facility." He sat the laptop down and watched the screens, first it showed the hallways and corridors on the bottom floor and the stairways. I knew Misha knew every single nook and cranny of this University and if there was a couple extra cameras he would know but always before he jumped to conclusions he would make sure he has hard and solid proof.

A fan blew in the office and I reached for the laptop and searched the coordinates on the paper my father has left me, I did know that he had the coordinates of Montgomery Alabama written down but I didn't know if the coordinates pointed to a specific landmark or building. I searched them in google drive and what I have found sent chills throughout my body.